TIMELINESS by Kukuaire Kaura

Chapter 0001

My eyes opened just as the morning sun crept through the thin curtains that where rusty and old in our two bedroom
apartment, which had a big sitting room that was wide open because we had no furniture, and a spacious kitchen with just a table and one counter , followed by me and my brother's room which had two uncomfortable
mattress that barely fit us, though my brother got a bed at some point which belonged to my aunt .

The German colony had decided  to take over the Southern west which is my country
Tragedy  define it?

Well Tragedy  for me is not the events that we live through  but the aftermath,  the fear that comes after the events. Fear  is a simple wave of emotions but it can be one that cripples us from moving forward  or backwards , some might say fear is the devil's own personal joke for humanity and maybe I agree .
Even at such a tender age of 12 I understood more than my my peers.  It's like I could see right through the world and I knew when something bad was about to happen . I guess that should have been the warning sign . General my instinct even at 12 where never really wrong even mama knew that . I has been special from birth  I was told and I knew it.

Never having played with random girls. I choose my friends well but this time , I would not know what hit me because sometimes fade played a  terrible joke on us and it usually happened once from my earliest childhood I would thing it was an everyday thing tragedy  from almost being raped at the age of 6 to and molested st the age of 10 and actually being raped at the age of 11 would hav3 most little girls scared of life too but I usually shuffled that part of my brain away.

At at 12 the brain did its thing they shut the memory off and boy was I glad and now I just had to pretend to be normal like all the other girls. 

I knew I could do it because once I said my mind to anything mama had said , I would do it, maybe that's not what she meant entirely but I took it as such an ran with it.
Partially a shy girl at heart , but  I wasn't afraid
to kick the ball with the boys . I had love everything  related to boy sport later I found at at the age of 13 . Playing with the boy was always my thing, having played with my brother boy was my favorite time of the day.

My mama had not allowed us to play outside for the fear of German soldiers,  who would sometimes hang on the trees
I remember  getting my first periods while playing  a game of nickels with a particular  friend, and maybe we played a little bit of cars too . The boy kept staring at the red spot on my dress but poor thing he didn't say anything.  Later we had headed on different  directions , he went home . I later realized as I got home the red blood stains on my dress  to say I was shocked was an understatement but then I moved to lift my plain  green dress 5hat was visibly stained now and the blood had crawled its way on my little legs and being so small I inspected myself  for sores ,but found none . In a panicked state I was desperate to find out

At the primary school they had told us all about the human body and what periods meant , it meant once you got them you would get pregnant  and u remembered being raped i surely i though to myself i was indeed pregnant , I did tell mama what the boys had done to me that day ,I pretend it never existed  but now I thought since I could positively be carrying  a child I should tell her .

I had imagine the disappointment look on her face on why I could take better care of mu self why I had gotten my self raped I hated imagining it.

Mama had arrived in our old house . Our house was made of clay and we had stayed at the ugliest part of town , but I loved it , it's where I had spend my youths . It was a two bed room house , we had rented but because my mother couldn't not afford the rend we had moved in another family  the woman was particularly strange I thought  but they come with something interesting a tv the called it . I had not seen a TV that morden before  and I loved the TV but I was so obsessed about it the woman would lock me outside for a good measure of days I didn't mind

I remember stacking the mattresses together and[ ] finally my misery was over and my back acne no more.

My mom's bedroom was the nicest , I liked it coming
from school and jumping on her bed was a thrill, she had
a big bed and a single night stand with a small round
chair in front of the old mirror but my favorite thing was
the TV she kept in her room to prevent us from spending
too much time on it.

Though I was particularly good at
school unlike my brother who struggled a bit , but he was bright enough to make it through most of his grades and lastly was the toilets which was a matchbox for some
reason considering the sitting had an odd size overall the house had no paint on the outside, not even interesting flowers grew there.

This morning I pushed my dark wild curly hair out of my
face and moved to the bathroom for a quick shower. So
what made this morning different, I didn't know how to
explain this awakening, this unfolding fro[ ] m a place.

After I was done I held my breath moving past my
brother who lay softly snoring on his bed softly, tiptoe across the cheap blue brown  color carpeting ,waking up before him was a daily routine, I hated being late for school so , I did all my morning activities early.

The cab suddenly came , the cab driver, he treats us like his very own children by giving us snacks, thoug sometimes he leaves us for making him late to other appointments, those where the worst days, and 12 year old me was cranky from all the walking since our school
was in town and we stayed in the locations .

Às i sat at the car window entering town ,I kept looking
at the strange tall buildings, long roads full